Hello, my lovely little sunflowers~
I'm sorry that the last chapter sucked hardcore but I needed a really quick filler and it was 696 words and that was too good an opportunity to let up 3
Anyways, I clearly can't write "feelings" and I love you and you all look fabulous today.
P.S. Behold, look at all this fluff~
Everything is what it should be. Everything is right.
So when Davy lurches thru the trees towards me with an apple in his mouth and a rucksack over his shoulder, I didn't think anythin' of it. I let him wrap his arm around my neck and pull my head into his chest, playin' around. There's a whole cluster of bushes and trees and things in the next clearin', trees with Spackle fruit and Spackle berries and the grass is all different and me and Davy are still playin' around when we get halfway up a hill somewhere where there are New World people and Old World people and families and kids and old people and young people and just everybody. It's happy, and it's gettin' kinda dark but it's spring and this is all so unreal. It's like we moved to a whole New World in the time it took us to sleep. This isn't the same place I died in, this isn't the place I saw man become animal, man become monster. This is happiness, which is somethin' I thought I had until now.
I'm sittin' there, thinkin' about all this, and I've kinda gotten lost in my own world until Davy comes runnin' back from the spot where some kid's ball landed. This is all so quiet. Simple.
"Shouldn't it be, though?" 'Course I said that out loud. I turn to Davy and shake my head.
"It ain't right. I like it, but it ain't right. We're gonna screw it all up again, I know it."
"We shouldn't have to deal with that no more though," he drawls, sighin' and floppin' down onto the soft grass. He holds the apple just above his mouth to speak and closes his eyes. "I think, pig piss, I'm just real tired of other people shovin' the whole world onto your shoulders. It shows in your face, you feel it just the same."
I know he feels his eyes on me, there's a crease somewhere in his brow, tension somewhere, but he's tryin' not to care. I'm makin' him nervous by starin', so I stop and I pluck the apple right out twixt his teeth and take a bite. I let my legs stretch over the curve of the hill, and it feels like the whole world is bent to fit me. I let the wind blow back my hair and I let the breeze take all those thoughts, the harsh thoughts of war and killin's and politics and New Worlds and Old Worlds and men and boys and all of Old Prentisstown, all of it, just tumble away.
Feels like I'm flyin'.
Davy's sketchin' somethin', I never knew he could sketch, but it's real rough and it looks like sticks and a square and it must have somethin' to do with the plans because it looks like it could be very businesslike and passed off for somethin' important in the future.
We stay like that for God knows how long, chatting and bein' silent and chatting and eatin' until long before sunset. We stay until the clouds thicken, though, and the sky darkens even though it's barely after lunchtime, and when Davy looks up he blinks because he got smacked in the face by a raindrop. He lets his shoulders fall and he forces himself up, lookin' real disgruntled. He holds out a hand and hauls me up, as well, though I could have very well done it myself and he knows it. He throws his book into the sack and slings it over his shoulder.
When he takes my hand, my hand, and pulls me a little ways off into a more secluded, covered part of town, mazework of alleyways and covered hallways in the streets, he throws his sack into an open doorway of a café and pulls me with him right past it, into the back corridors of the houses. It's still light out, but it's cool, shaded and a dim shade of blue-gray that we can only feel because the sky is covered with cloths hangin' twixt people's windows over the narrow sidestreets. It's quiet here, residential, and the only sound is boots hittin' the cobblestone and the rain patterin' down on the weave cloths. He's relaxed completely, head bowed back, takin' the smell of earth and rain right in.
He's so happy.
I step up right in front of him and he slows to a stop, and he looks down and I'm right in his face, bumpin' my nose into his and I'm vying for the interest he's been giving the rain and when I can finally call all his attention mine I push our mouths together, real quick, just because I can. We break off, and it's not even a second and a half before he's turned his chest to me properly and presses into my lips again, with one hand on my chest and the other on my shoulder. I can feel the force of his whole body focus to the points where he's makin' contact and his feet are movin' to close as many gaps as he can twixt our bodies and I'm backtrackin' because he's pushin' against me until I finally hit a wall and arch right into him.
His fingers splay out wide on my sides and the pads of his thumbs are rubbin' circles into my hips. The toe of one of his boots is touchin' the wall, touchin' the outside of my own, and his other thigh is pressin' against my bent leg and now it's not forceful, now it's just movin' against one another to get closer, to fit better. My arms are locked at the wrist over his shoulders and I can feel my bent leg wrap itself around his like it isn't even mine. He moves that leg in closer, his knee right twixt my legs and his movements are gentle and cautious but his hands and mouth aren't, because they've done this so many times that he knows how hard his long fingers can dig into my hips before it becomes too much. It'll leave bruises, but I know that he knows that I don't mind one bit.
My arms are tightening and everything is gettin' closer and we barely breathe, but when we do it's thru the nose, and it's sloppy but it means somethin'. I can't think anymore, just feel, and it feels like this is definitely what should be happening twixt us.
By the end of the night, when the rain is still going, but not quite as heavy, we're back in the dorms and the sack is there and we're still locked together, have been all the way thru, and all I know is that when I finally get to sleep that night, I haven't ever felt close like this to anyone.
Not even Viola.
Dear God, the fluff ;A;
Anyways, look at me, posting lots in one night at one in the morning
Until next time, sunflowers~